Love to blame

Love is like an addiction,
Phrasing it so makes it sound wicked
But it is not so, it is not the same…
This addictions not mine to blame.
I was not the one to open my heart
I would have known it wasn’t so smart.
There’s very few people anyones able to trust,
Seeing as most people are into just lust.
Now with love to blame,
I’m stuck in an endless cycle with something impossible to tame.

Scatter brained

Lips to feel,
Eyes to heal,
Hearts to steal…
Minds turning like a wheel,
The way the body works is unreal.

Appreciating the movement of it all,
The beauty in something as simple as a crawl.
As we grow, we learn to stand tall.

The body and the mind are one,
That is the only way any thing can be done.
As we get older, we learn how to run.

Day by day we must use these wonderful gifts
Or else much joy you will miss.


Some people spend their entire lives
Trying to find a love like ours.

Always just to turn up in lies
Of relationships with nothing
To offer the mind and soul.
Putting in years of hard work
Just to end up endlessly hurt.

Blessed and lucky
To have found a love like ours
So young, so true.

Comforted in your arms,
I’ve found a place to call my own…
A place called home.

Home in your arms
Home in your heart
Gives me peace in my mind
Gives me peace in my soul.

Inspired by your mind
Inspired by your words
Inspired by your actions
Inspired by your very soul.

My soul has found its mate.


Avoidance of communication

Its very difficult to try to not text, call, or contact someone when you want too, even if its just to respond and say you’re wrong or I hope all is well, even when you know its harmful in your life or that they do not want you to contact them or even if you’re just waiting to see how long they can go without talking to you.
The second you read anything or hear anything, especially if its directed to, near, or about you… your brain automatically retaliates a response. It may not be the response you end up verbalizing or sending but it existed, even if just in your head alone.
Its only human nature to want to send these things to people. Its especially tempting to send people texts, messages, and phone calls when you know they prefer you to be less in their life, or in worst case not at all. There are so many things that long to be said, whether out of anger, jealousy, hate, nostologia, sadness, or grief. These are the things we wish we had the time or ability to express or even unexpress when we had the time.
Some people get scared of passion in others, while some are lost without a passion in someone. Some people still make certain relationships more than relationships… they make them life lines. These are the people who have every right to cut us off every once in a while. Eventually, you might suck their well dry. If you take too much or give too much there is an unequal balance in the relationship that can have a noticable tension feeling to it.
Sometimes we have to take people out of our lives, instead of being taken out of someones life. Both decisions should be respected, as easily forgotten as this is nothing anyone ever does is because of you. We all live in out own individual worlds and do the best we can to manage it and our perception of it. We do the things and say the things we do because we decide they will benefit us in the end more than it will harm us.
When we take these people out of our lives, it is not to be mean or do something to intentially harm the other, but to benefit the self at all cost. Survival of the emotionally fittest in this day and age where stress might be the biggest struggle. This decision needs to be respected because for most, it is not easy to ask people to leave your life, and most assume the response will already not be pleasant so why make it any more unpleasant. Anytime I’ve ever cut someone out, all I’ve ever wanted to do was call them because I felt so bad and say I miss you. And I do. Miss them. And I shouldn’t call. And I don’t… sometimes.
Hey, we live and we learn right?

-J, piece of a yin

Why Facebook is being used wrong

Frequently finding myself wishing there was more adult and mature people in the world. Every day I hope to meet and find people more like me and when the opposites at play, I tend to get down. I don’t enjoy interacting with people who cannot control their behaviors and words. People who act impulsively when upset are some of my biggest pet peeves…

But I think my biggest pet peeve is when someone tries to avoid a conversation but still be starting drama at the same time. This is why facebook is many peoples biggest enemies. People stalk other peoples profiles because so many people post too many personal things, that are no ones buisness, or even justified statements about someone else. Then you can see all the things people wish they were strong enough to say to you and you can see who all likes the blatent out right comment about ones such self and know exactly how people feel when they’re too chicken shit to do anything but smile to your face.

This is the definition of disrespect. On both parties end. Facebook should be used for things much less trivial then this. To keep in touch with friends who you don’t have time to call or check in on all the time, facebook gives you access to ignore your friends while giving you permission to see all the things they’re doing and the thoughts they’re willing to post. You can tell an awful lot about somebody by what they put on facebook. And you can also tell a lot about someone by the persons status’ they like the most of… don’t be flattered and think they may really enjoy those bitter sweet words, they’re probably just lurking your page hoping to get a little closer to your heart because they wouldn’t give you much more than an hour max of the day otherwise.

But hey… I guess you really needed the world to know whatever you posted earlier… whether you love your boyfriend or cat or just took an amazing poop… apparently it was important to get off your chest.
I think more people need to be writers and take up writing as a healthy alternative to negative passive aggressive bashing on Facebook.

End my rant… well I feel better after not posting this to Facebook.